Easy

Easy

A Poem by Crowley

I was there for the sax.
At the moment, just soulless sounds, foreboding
Hapless shoes, strangers shuffling', mumbling'.
"You on the hustle man?"
"Sho nuff, down to my last twenty."
Too much sugar, sweat, spice, fat, clean gumbo, dirty bowl.
"What you starin' at shorty?" Like she didn't know.
The parade starts, stops, never stops, stops.
Neon brings the insects, two legged, surging, swarming.
Breasts like novelty coffee mugs, her blouse a bag of feral cats.
Turn the corner and hear the first cloying notes.
Sax was imminent, brush the back beat like her jet black hair.
A seat, a Sazerac, her pooling brown eyes from across the room.
Bass and then bass as she stood and slinked to the bar.
Swaying to the eternal, hazy rhythm, greeting the yuletide vampires.

© 2023 Crowley


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Brilliant. Great use of dialogue to set the scene. Powerful and vivid write.

Posted 9 Months Ago


This was a delight to read, such candid descriptions with verbal innuendo dangling like a carrot. A cool write. F.

Posted 9 Months Ago


This reminds me of scene from a jazz/blues club in New Orleans where the music was the initial draw but a woman catches the eyes

Posted 9 Months Ago


Crowley

9 Months Ago

That is the gist. I always have a good time there. Thanks!
Poetic Beauty

9 Months Ago

I enjoy music in general. Different genres from different eras. There is something transporting and .. read more
I dont know which descriptipn of bressts i like more, the novelty mugs or the fersl cats in her blouse! 😊
It makes me think i might give it another chance, sax i mean, having stated previously that jazz was just noise waiting for a tune to hsppen. Maybe there is more to it after all. 😊

Posted 9 Months Ago


Crowley

9 Months Ago

Lol...yeak, I was staring at a ltopless woman walking down Bourbon, no clothing just painted. She s.. read more
Lorry

9 Months Ago

Ha! She sounds Scottish to me! ☺
You're a pretty funny guy.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Crowley

9 Months Ago

My kids don't think so...lol. thanks!
Davidgeo

9 Months Ago

They will eventually. One way or another.
Admit to having to read your other friends' reviews to sort my wondering. Can but say that there is something here that beckons a visit to really understand the sights, the people and mood. An unknown quantity that overspills, perhaps?

'"You on the hustle man?"
"Sho nuff, down to my last twenty."
Too much sugar, sweat, spice, fat, clean gumbo, dirty bowl.
"What you starin' at shorty?" Like she didn't know.
The parade starts, stops, never stops, stops.'


Posted 11 Months Ago


Crowley

9 Months Ago

It's an experience. Definitely has its own unique feel. Mixture of excitement and disgust and defi.. read more


as soon as I opened the page and closed my eyes I knew I was back on Bourbon Street .. Hell this is so bloomin good Crowley .. all I need now is a hurricane in a brown paper bag to kick start 2024 ..

Posted 11 Months Ago


Crowley

9 Months Ago

I did have a hurricane or two, played the washboard at the Bayou Club, did Karaoke at the Cat's Meow.. read more
you are one of the reasons I stay here at WC.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Crowley

11 Months Ago

Wow, thanks for that Jacob. That means a lot coming from you. I feel the same about you. Happy Hol.. read more
"yuletide vampires" love that.
This poem is the Blues played at full throttle.
I was swaying to it.
"sho nuff"!

Posted 11 Months Ago


Crowley

11 Months Ago

Was just in New Orleans. That place is a young mans game for sure, but, I find the atmosphere one o.. read more

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Crowley
Crowley

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